A Familiar Face in a Strange Place

Water taxis, tourist circuits, and the rainy afternoon that I fell in love with conch steaks

Image of salt-battered author with friend/photographer and a life-saving latte

The ride on the water taxi was bumpy and latticed with salty splashes of water wafting in from the windows. The portholes on the ship were sealed shut — but only in theory. They shimmied themselves ajar no matter how many times the weary tourists of the tropics impudently trie…